There is nothing good about Mondays.
Monday is the refuge of all that is unholy. Therefore I shall make the worst of a bad day and get all of my yucky weekly homework and chores out of the way so that the rest of my busy week can pass without constraint.
But, honestly. Mondays always suck. And today was no different. This morning I dropped the cinnamon candle Shirley gave me for my birthday on the floor of the locker room, and shattered it and its glass holder into bits. That was a real bummer, because it was a very pretty candle, and very thoughtful (I adore cinnamon--the flavor, the smell, all of it). Then I got to Mills' room, still upset about my dead candle, where I was informed that I had lost my bet (and was truly surprised at the outcome! Earlier in the week, right after I saw Wicked with Stephen, he was teasing me about my half-hour long crying fit, and I defended myself with, "Everybody cries during Wicked. It's like an unwritten decree of the Broadway gods: Thou who doth not cry in Wicked hath no soul." Then I said, jokingly, "Twenty bucks says Miss Mills cries." I had fully expected that she'd be bawling just like the rest of the audience, but she said she was too surprised at the difference between Book Ending and Musical Ending to cry.) So, Stephen being Stephen, he couldn't be a gentleman and let me lose with my dignity intact, and now I'm buying his ticket to the charity dinner (which, hello, does not make any sense--if you're attending a charity dinner, YOU'RE supposed to give to the charity. Not make your friend do it. :-P)
Then there was English, where the No Good Dirty Rotten Uneventful Day was improved slightly thanks to Hussai bringing in doughnuts for her birthday. I snacked on a big chocolate one covered in pink sprinkles while the class tried in vain to analyze The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (I say "in vain" because no-one--including me :)--actually read the poem). Then at lunch I had to make up the Gas Laws test, which I likely as not will bomb--I don't know why I even try anymore. Theatre was pretty fun, though. We talked about theatre lore and superstition, like how you never say good luck on opening night (if you do, I tell you, it is certain by the curtain you are through! ...Ahem. Sorry. No more Producers references, I promise).
Blah. Now I'm stuck doing three absent reports for dance on the lives of three different famous dancers. It's interesting and I wouldn't mind simply reading about Baryshnikov and Maria Tallchief, but I *really* don't want to write a report about them. And I have to read the chapter for Euro history, because I haven't yet. But once I get all my homework done and clean my room, I'm going to run the bath water scalding hot and hide in the bathroom for a few hours. (Seriously? I think my dad has a secret hidden desire to live in Alaska. He will not let us turn the heater up above like sixty degrees. He says it's bad for the environment, it wastes money, blah blah blah, but anything would be better than sitting here in a hooded sweatshirt and a sweater and STILL shivering.) Oh, and there's a CI rerun on at seven...that makes me happy. And I've still got some good books I haven't read yet.
...Maybe it's not such a terrible day after all. :)
But, honestly. Mondays always suck. And today was no different. This morning I dropped the cinnamon candle Shirley gave me for my birthday on the floor of the locker room, and shattered it and its glass holder into bits. That was a real bummer, because it was a very pretty candle, and very thoughtful (I adore cinnamon--the flavor, the smell, all of it). Then I got to Mills' room, still upset about my dead candle, where I was informed that I had lost my bet (and was truly surprised at the outcome! Earlier in the week, right after I saw Wicked with Stephen, he was teasing me about my half-hour long crying fit, and I defended myself with, "Everybody cries during Wicked. It's like an unwritten decree of the Broadway gods: Thou who doth not cry in Wicked hath no soul." Then I said, jokingly, "Twenty bucks says Miss Mills cries." I had fully expected that she'd be bawling just like the rest of the audience, but she said she was too surprised at the difference between Book Ending and Musical Ending to cry.) So, Stephen being Stephen, he couldn't be a gentleman and let me lose with my dignity intact, and now I'm buying his ticket to the charity dinner (which, hello, does not make any sense--if you're attending a charity dinner, YOU'RE supposed to give to the charity. Not make your friend do it. :-P)
Then there was English, where the No Good Dirty Rotten Uneventful Day was improved slightly thanks to Hussai bringing in doughnuts for her birthday. I snacked on a big chocolate one covered in pink sprinkles while the class tried in vain to analyze The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (I say "in vain" because no-one--including me :)--actually read the poem). Then at lunch I had to make up the Gas Laws test, which I likely as not will bomb--I don't know why I even try anymore. Theatre was pretty fun, though. We talked about theatre lore and superstition, like how you never say good luck on opening night (if you do, I tell you, it is certain by the curtain you are through! ...Ahem. Sorry. No more Producers references, I promise).
Blah. Now I'm stuck doing three absent reports for dance on the lives of three different famous dancers. It's interesting and I wouldn't mind simply reading about Baryshnikov and Maria Tallchief, but I *really* don't want to write a report about them. And I have to read the chapter for Euro history, because I haven't yet. But once I get all my homework done and clean my room, I'm going to run the bath water scalding hot and hide in the bathroom for a few hours. (Seriously? I think my dad has a secret hidden desire to live in Alaska. He will not let us turn the heater up above like sixty degrees. He says it's bad for the environment, it wastes money, blah blah blah, but anything would be better than sitting here in a hooded sweatshirt and a sweater and STILL shivering.) Oh, and there's a CI rerun on at seven...that makes me happy. And I've still got some good books I haven't read yet.
...Maybe it's not such a terrible day after all. :)